Yin Ji braced his arms on the bed on either side of Jiang Zheyu, gazing at the dazed female before him. 'She's so adorable, even when she's lost in thought.'
He couldn't resist lowering his head and placing a fleeting kiss on Jiang Zheyu's bandaged forehead.
The soft, cool touch on her forehead was accompanied by a slight twinge of pain from her wound.
Jiang Zheyu snapped back to her senses. Her tea-colored eyes widened in trembling shock as she stared at the Beastman before her, her hand flying up to cover her bandaged forehead.
'What is he doing? Who kisses someone on a wound?'
'But that's not the point. Who does he think he is? We're not in that kind of relationship.'
'Even if that's a rule in this Silver Moon Tribe, it doesn't apply to me.'
Jiang Zheyu silently used her spiritual power to scan him.
A silent question mark seemed to appear over her head.
'Wait, why can't I sense any spiritual power from him?'
